BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) (9 page)

“Yes, I suppose we would.”

Her smile faded and she grew pensive as she drove the rest of the way to the club.  When she pulled into a parking space in Old Town, I looked around, my head suddenly filled with old ghosts.

“Fuck, this hasn’t changed one bit, huh?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Same ol’ shit in Old Town.  Homeless, druggies, street kids…and a whole bunch of fucking tourists with those huge pink boxes of donuts.”  I shook my head.  Fucking donuts.

Tres Shannon, a long-time icon in the Portland nightlife scene, had gotten the bright idea to open a fucking twenty-four hour donut store smack dab in the middle of the entertainment district, as they were calling it now, and fuck me if the tourists hadn’t shown up in droves.  A line formed down the block, and people waited for hours to buy a donut shaped like a cock, or the signature voodoo doll donut with pretzel sticks for arms.  Tres was a goddamned bazillionaire now, and he drove around town in a fucking vintage pink Mustang that he had had painted the same color as those damned pink boxes that the tourists so proudly carried around.

I loved the guy, but you had to hate him just a little too.  Everything he touched turned to gold; he was just one of those guys.  

I, on the other hand, was not one of those guys.

But fuck it, right?  I looked over at Diana, and smiled.  I wasn’t doing too bad, I guess.

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The door guy at the Kit Kat Klub was the complete opposite of the nutcracker.  He took one look at my cut, simply nodded at us, and parted the curtains to let us in.  

Respect.  That’s what the Gods of Chaos cut demanded.  It was nice to be back in the real world, where common people knew what that meant.  

As usual, the club was filled with completely naked women.  Diana looked almost demure amongst all the nudity.  We stopped just inside the entrance, taking it all in.   I watched her as she scanned the room. 

“Is the prick from last night here?” I asked under my breath.

“I don’t see him,” she replied.

“That’s too bad.  I was looking forward to kicking his balls in.”

“I already did that,” she said, giggling.

“I guess you did, huh?  Tell me again what you needed me for?” I asked.

“Shut up,” she replied, winking at me.  I nodded.  We both knew why she called me, and if she wanted to continue with her little charade, I was just fine with that.  If I got a chance to watch a bunch of sexy chicks shake their ass in the meantime, well that was just fine with me.

“Fuck,” she said under her breath as she looked at the girl on the stage.  I followed her gaze and nodded.  Very nice.  The girl dancing had long blonde curls down to her ass, and she whipped her body around the pole, pulling herself up by her hands and turning upside down like a gymnast.

“Impressive,” I said.

“Yeah, except that’s Sapphire, and she’s not supposed to be working yet.”

“Oh.  Does this mean I get my lap dance after all?” I asked, teasingly.  Diana punched me in the arm.

“Probably, goddammit,” she muttered.

“Excellent!” I replied.  “I’m going to get a beer, you want one?”

“Sure.  No, wait…get me a margarita, please.”

“Sure thing, beauty.  Can’t wait to see what a little tequila does to you,” I said as I sauntered off, after she sat down at a small booth in the corner.

When I returned, Sapphire was still rocking the stage and Diana looked dejected. 

“What’s up, beauty?” I asked.

“I guess I missed my chance.”

“At what?”

“Talking to Sapphire.  She said she wasn’t starting till nine, and she’s going out of town tonight.  This was my last chance.”

“Why can’t you talk to her now?”

“Because she’s working.”

“So what?”  I reached for my wallet, and laid a couple of hundred dollars worth of twenties on the table.  “She can talk and work, right?”

Diana groaned.  “That’s what I was trying to do yesterday, but she was…I was, I mean…very distracted.  It’s hard to ask questions of someone when they’re shaking their ass in your face.”

“Sounds like a party to me.  Look, she’s getting off stage right now, let’s grab her and see what we can accomplish.”

I pulled Diana up and led her over to where Sapphire was walking off the stage.  She walked right over to us when she spotted Diana.  She was still naked, and yet, she grabbed Diana and pressed her against her for a giant bear hug, her tits squishing between them.

This was going to be a blast, I thought to myself.

“Diana!  I’m so sorry.  One of the other dancers didn’t show up and my boss made me start my shift early.”

“That’s okay,” Diana said.

Sapphire turned to me, and looked me up and down with a smile.

"Fuck, look at you.  Is this your hot boyfriend?” she asked Diana.

“No!” Diana said, a little too enthusiastically for my taste.  I snickered.

“No, I’m her bodyguard for the evening.  Slade,” I said, extending my hand.  I doubted I was going to be receiving the same greeting as Diana did.  “Nice to meet you.”

She shook my hand, and then looked over my shoulder.

“My boss is giving me the stink-eye.  Would you care for a lap dance?” she asked.

“Hell, yeah, we would.” I said.  Diana looked at me sideways.

“Walk this way,” Sapphire said with a smile, turning around and providing us with a perfect view of her ass.  For some reason, it made me think of Diana’s ass and how Diana’s view from behind was so much better.

Once we were settled in the private booth, Sapphire closed the curtain.  

“Remember, there’s cameras,” she said, jutting her chin up at the top corner of the booth.

I laid out two hundred dollars on the booth.

“How long will this buy us?”

“Long enough,” she said with a wink as she started dancing in front of us.

“Sorry, Diana,” she said, turning to her and pressing Diana’s face into her chest.  I laughed out loud and when she pulled away, I saw the look on Diana’s face.

It wasn’t embarrassment.  It wasn’t anger.   Curiosity, maybe?  She wasn’t pulling away from Sapphire’s touch, that was for sure.  My cock twitched as I watched Sapphire continue to do her thing as she spoke.

“I thought of something I wanted to tell you,” she said.  “There was a man in here a few weeks ago talking to Evie.  She said she had met him outside of work, but she didn’t say where.  Real prick, though.  Kept trying to get Evie to dance for him, but that wasn’t Evie’s job.  She kept trying to send him my way, but he only had eyes for her.  A lot of girls turn to dancing after cocktailing for a while, but Evie was determined to keep her clothes on.  She didn’t care about the money.”

Sapphire turned around, and pushed her butt in my face, and slapped it.  Diana jumped, and I laughed again.  She had a nice ass, that was for sure.  But it was Diana’s reactions that were entertaining me tonight.

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“Did you catch his name?” I asked, trying to look anywhere but at Sapphire’s ass and vagina.

“No, I didn’t.  He always wore a suit.  Came in three times.  Looked familiar, actually, but I couldn’t tell you why.”  She turned to face us again and shook her boobs in Slade’s face.  I looked at him, but his eyes were on me.

How could he be looking at me, when he had…
those
…in his face?  

“So, she didn’t have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Nope.”

Sapphire stood up on the booth, her feet adorned in platform heels, her naked sex now in our faces.  It was hard to look anywhere but at her pussy.  It was very pretty, actually.

“Did Evie like snakes?”  I asked.  I was grasping at straws, hoping there was some other explanation for her disappearance, other than her having been abducted by some freaky snake man. 

“Snakes?” she asked, a mischievous smile playing across her face as she reached down and grabbed Slade between his legs.  “You mean like this?”

Slade jumped like he had been shot, obviously not expecting to be groped like that.  

“Oooh, nice snake, Slade,” she said, winking as she released him.  If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think he blushed.

“That’s not exactly what I meant.  I meant…you know, real snakes?”

“Not that I know of.  Why do you ask?”

“Nevermind.  Thank you, Sapphire.”

“You bet.  Sorry, I couldn’t be of more help.  I hope they find Evie,” she said, once more turning her attention to me.  She turned around again, stuck her butt in my face, and slapped her ass one more time.  Hard.  A faint red hand imprint appeared on her right ass cheek.  “I really love that girl.”

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“Well, thank you for coming,” Diana said as we left the club.

“Uh-huh,” I murmured.  Surely, she didn’t think she was getting rid of me so easily?

“I can take you back to your bike now, if that’s what you want.”

We were at her car, and I pinned her against the door with my body.

“Diana, you know what I want.”

“Slade…” she began before I cut her off with my kiss.  I wasn’t fucking around, and I planned on making myself very clear.  She melted in my arms, her lips soft and pliable before something changed in her, and she began meeting the intensity of my kiss with her own passion.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I pushed my cock into her center, in case she had any doubt at all as to what was on my mind.

I broke away, and she gasped as she reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans.  Her hand was hot and searing.  She squeezed slightly, and I groaned.

“Let’s go,” I said, as I took the keys from her and opened the passenger door for her.  “I’ll drive.”

And drive I did.  Like the wind.  Like a man on fire.  Because I was - on fire with lust for her.  Like I had never been before.  

Maybe it was because she had made me wait.  Maybe it was because she never called me again after that first time.  Or, maybe, just maybe, it was because she was so goddamned beautiful and sexy that I just couldn’t help it.  She would have made the toughest of all men fall to their knees with desire for her, and me?  Well, she slayed me.

I parked the car, and as soon as we got into the elevator, I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.  I pushed her against the wall and sank my tongue back in her mouth.  Her moans and whimpers were like music to my ears.  A song I had been replaying in my head for months, yearning to hear her sweet lustful melody again.